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Peggy Sfaelou Poem
The Gulls’ cries shrill in the night
Onto my thoughts they impose
I envy their wings and their melancholy songs
Carried over the ill wind that blows
I am here grounded to my faults and I watch
Imagining where I would fly had I wings
Maybe I would hover over my homeland
Maybe it’s the same song I would sing
The endless sea of black calls them
As the gulls frantically fly overhead
I listen silently to the crashing of the waves
And wonder if I am alive or if I am dead
They cry out to me as if they are mocking me
As if my thoughts are commonplace and trite
I look away from them for a moment
And know that all is lost again tonight
Soon my flight will take place
And I am sure to soar up to the sun
I will scorch my wings trying
And I will surely come undone
New beginnings sometimes call for violent ends
And I might be wrong for wishing them true
But the exhausting day has not given me the sails
This trip to finally construe
The cobwebs are still here tonight
And the wine clouds my mind
Here I stay in my prison
With my borders very well defined
The sky looks untouchable
As do the majestic mountains ahead
In my sight the treacherous road
Which never has been tread
The gulls’ cries beckon me to look up again
The moon is hidden behind the clouds
As is my dream of soaring
In a veil of obscurity I shroud
Copyright © Peggy Sfaelou | Year Posted 2016
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Peggy Sfaelou Poem
she pounds on my chest
waves crashing on me
like the rising tide
she won't let me be
she wakes me from slumber
my mind still a mess
with gleaming dew drops
from her long silk dress
I reach out for her
but she's too far away
my heart always aches
my mind goes astray
Only she is able
to quench my thirst
he fingers linger
and so does her curse
Yet a curse so sweet
she inflicts on me
Constantly laughing
flying away free
Copyright © Peggy Sfaelou | Year Posted 2016
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Peggy Sfaelou Poem
What shall I write
nothing comes to mind
I wish I had a verse
or maybe a rhyme
The vacant alley
betrays my fears
The sputtering lamp
reveals my tears
Yet here I sit
with no words at all
that empty feeling
before the fall
What shall I write
my mind in a daze
only one memory
that of his face
But no words exist
not for this pain
it's something that words
could never explain
Here at my window
I wait for a sign
I wait for an angel
to tell me he's fine
Copyright © Peggy Sfaelou | Year Posted 2017
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Peggy Sfaelou Poem
What is life, if it's not a ride?
Why are the seat belts on so tight?
Riding up and down the steep hills
we always worry about paying our bills
looking for a place to rest our weary souls
always worrying about reaching our goals
All those times when we say "Enough!"
and know that the turns will be tough
and still we tread on, not caring at all
for why should we stop? why should we stall?
There are blisters on our feet that ache
but there is just too much that is at stake
We can't give in, that's the motto of the day!
We must always keep our enemies at bay!
Those who sabotage our happiness and dreams
those who behind our backs scheme
Sorry my friend but I just can't give up
so have some more wine, I'll pour you a cup
And as terrified as we are at the thought of death
We just might like the colours of the last sunset
But before that lets go on that ride one more time
crash and burn and then soar to the sky
For what is life, if it's not a ride!
Copyright © Peggy Sfaelou | Year Posted 2016
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